One of the things that it took me so long to admit [why I was so long in therapy] was that I was mad at God. I was taught never to question men of authority and absolutely never to question God.
My male therapist [graduated to a male therapist as I healed] asked me almost every session if I was mad at God and I would vehemently say, "No, I am not mad at God, if it hadn't been for Him I would have died, or at least sank into extreme depression." After badgering me with this question time and again; I finally said, "You are darn right I am mad at God. He could have fixed this and He didn't."